.filled with.

Too lazy to write, so here are two links:
1. No context - here we go.
2. Fun with taxes.

(holiday spirit)

Happy Holidays!
(slacking on the posts to dance like Charlie Brown with my favorite family in the world)

.here's room 115.

Right now,
in my life
at this very moment
I'd rather be thought of stupid
than not at all.
I'd rather be though of negatively
than plain.

it's the truth right now,
at this very moment.

.chelsea girls.

Tonight,
on the subway (as many stories start),
sans books
(I forgot it!)
I sat there with a little Spanish speaking girl
a mother and daughter chatting in Chinese
and a couple (slightly) arguing in
Hebrew.

All speaking at the
same time
and all with quite veracity.

It was glorious in it's chaos.

(The Tower of Babel by Pieter Brueghel the Elder - wiki him, you totally know his work. Okay maybe not, I forget not everyone has had extensive art history training)

.here they come now.

If it wasn't for
the weather,
I'd wish that it was Christmastime
all year round in
New York
('cause we do it bigger and badder than the rest of you - booyah!)

(the lights in) Central Park
the snow
the decorations at the Plaza
(the total lack of anything Christmas related in my Jewish/Chinese neighborhood)
the ice rinks
Dyker Heights (see 34th Street in Hampden, Baltimore)
even Macy's red and white decor and
window displays
(notice shopping isn't including in that)

it's seriously,
and oddly,
calming.
it's the
one time
when it feels good to be
alone
in the city
(which doesn't seem so big after all)

.see them run now.

Just thought I'd pimp my sister from another mistress' store in NC (seriously, the best place in the world) called Edge of Urge. The owner made this video with their designs and such:


Check out their site!

.here they come now.

Hi.
still here,
still sort of being a
boring person.

Should be doing...something
but I've been spending
spare time watching
Skins.
(well, all my spare time for the last four weeks)
So addictive.
So good.

Yeah, I'm going to bed.
I slept through my alarm
this morning.
Spent 10 minutes in a
panic not doing
anything.

ZzzzzzZZ.

.she can uncoil.

I'm just going to go ahead and answer the questions of my life:

1. It's urine.
2. No, working in publishing/arts isn't particularly interesting
3. I don't want to tell you how much I pay in rent; I don't believe that's any of your fucking business.
4. Again, see my post on November 1st - I DON'T EAT A TON OF CHINESE FOOD.
5. Yes, yes I do.
6. Sean Penn was good but I wasn't too crazy about the movie itself
7. 23
8. Take the A, C or E to 34th Street.
9. No, I'm not getting a dog.
10. I haven't read it yet! But I'm really excited to!
11. What do I do in the city? I don't know, live.
12. I don't know, everything.
13. Yeah, I hate him too.

.you wonder if.

Dear Mr. Brinton, who lives on Brokeback Lane in Dyke, VA:

You make my life just a little bit brighter.

Love,
Me

.up in foil.

I don't like my subway book.
I won't read it anymore.
I feel bad for rejecting it.
But I feel good about not being tied down by it.

This makes sense, right?

.bridgets all wrapped.

From the New York Times:

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